There's a ledge that sits on the desk which the computer sits on and underneath is a place to put the keyboard when not in use, and Molly looooves to sleep there while I'm on the computer. Both of the girls love to be inside of things, and many time I've gone to pick up a blanket to fold it up only to have a cat roll out!
Polly had a string that she was obsessed with. She just adored it. She would sit at my feet and bring it to me over and over, trying to get me to play with it. When she wasn't doing that she would sleep curled up next to it with her paw rested on it. Sadly "The String" got sucked up into the vacuum and hasn't been found yet.
She has another one that she loves but it's just not as special at the Original String. The others are ribbons are merely mediocre to her.
Polly and I have conversations. Well, I talk to her anyway, but we have long, meowing conversations in which we enjoy many tones to meow at eachother. She ranges from a small, defeated meow and a loud, demanding meow to tell me she wants dinner or play time NOW.
I meow back at her and she responds- we go at that for a while.
Molly has the teeniest, tiniest meow that is barely audible. It sounds like a fly sneeze.
One of my very favorite thing Polly does is this: She drapes her body over the back of the kitchen chair and reaches over and plays with her own tail. She jumps and wriths around having the time of her life as if her tail is "sneaking up on her."
She also sits on my chest with her face right in front of mine, trying to wake me up and let me know she needs to eat right then and there and 4 AM. If you haven't guessed, she loooves food.
I don't know how she does it, but when she lies down it's as if she's flat. I find myself thinking, "Where do her insides go when she does that?"
Molly has a ritual of coming over to me when I'm reading or on the computer, purring like a motor and kneading me, and sitting flat on my book or on the keyboard. She's signed me off line a few times while I was in the middle of something.